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[ineedavicodin]

Behold!

An entrance post.

From a man who is feeling the pull of the door, and resisting with all his might, because last time, well. Last time he went "home" wasn't much fun.

And so. He's sitting in a chair near the observation window. A doberman is curled up, asleep, at his feet.

Approach with caution.

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[chelleuncurled]

Michelle decided to stay overnight in the Bar, she hopes time's not passing outside.

She sees a familiar face and smiles slightly at him.

[ineedavicodin]

"Hey you." He gives a smile. A bit hollow, though he is genuinely happy tosee her. She's one of the few people he likes. Respects.

[chelleuncurled]

"Greg," she grins and sits near him. She reaches out and pets the doberman's head.

"You're looking...not horrible."

[ineedavicodin]

Triumph sighs happily.

House nudges her. And smiles at Michelle. "Thanks. I'm, you know. Off the pills. Leg's healed." He nods. Doesn't mention onc ehe walks out that door, it starts all over again. Damn door.

[wilsons_musings]

"Lovely, isn't it?" says a dry voice from behind.

[ineedavicodin]

"It really is. Fascinating, at least." House shrugs. Triumph rolls over on her side and snorfles in her sleep. House nudges her and mutters "Lazy mutt."

[wilsons_musings]

Wilson claims the seat across from House. When you're someone's best friend, you don't need to ask to sit.

Asking for food, however, is an entirely different manner.

"I would hate to discover what would happen if someone broke into your house..."

[ineedavicodin]

Pshaw. When you're someone's best friend and he's living in your apartment, and he's dumb enough to put "his" food in your fridge, you don't ahve to ask. Just take. And harass when caught. Works like a charm. Except not.

"Who would know, if you're not there to look after the place?"

[symbiote_venom]

There is a little boy, watching him from...well, right next to his chair, actually. The small child, perhaps only four or five years of age, seems to appear out of nowhere. Sneaky child! And he's violating his personal space to boot.

He has blond hair and bright blue eyes, a red t-shirt and blue shorts, little sneakers and just a general air of...well, innocence, really.

"Heya Mister!" he chirps, smiling up at the funny looking man.

[ooc: I am so very sorry to do this, but I am being forced to beg for slow-time. I hope it's alright with you.]

[ineedavicodin]

Triumph raises her head, but being the lazy dog she is, she only looks at the boy, judges him not to be a threat, and lets her head fall back to the floor with a sigh.

House looks at the boy and arches a brow. Maybe he should look around for a supervising adult, but this is Milliways. Really. What are the chances? So he just looks at the kid, and, well, sneers.

He actually likes kids. He does. At least, he likes kids better than he likes adults. "You got a name?"

[OOC: No worries! SP is love. Well,s ometimes. I'm good for SP. *g*]

[symbiote_venom]

"'Course we do."

There is a pause as he looks up at the funny man, as if wondering what to do next. "That's not nice, you know. We're just a kid."

What happens next...well, it's not what one might expect of a five year old child. He reaches out and, quick as you can blink, a black...thing, best described as a tentacle, shoots out from his index finger. It strikes Greg in the forehead, though 'strikes' isn't the best word since it most probably feels like only the lightest of touches before the tentacle disappears into the little boys hand again.

"You should be nicer to kids, Greg. We're the future or something, right?"

[ooc: Ok, so, maybe god-modding. Will change if you want. And he wasn't threatening with the tentacle thing, nor was he doing anything bad. Just looking for his name. Sorry! Again, if ye want, will change.]

[ineedavicodin]

He makes a grab, but of corse the whole thing happens so fast he didn't have a chance. So fast Triumph didn't even react. If h wasn't staring at the kid, Greg might have mumbled something along the lines of lazy, worthless mutt even thoug he didn't really feel that way. he loved his dog, probaly more than he'd ever loved any person besides his mother. And maybe Wilson. But that's, well, Wilson.

"A little resistance makes you stronger, kid. You know my name. What's yours?" He'd already figured out that's what the whole thing was, the kid read his mind somehow. Milliways. Huh.

[OOC: No worries there either. I'm easy going, long as you don't maim or break him. He's resilient, he can deal with a...tentacle thwacking him now and again *g*]

[ineedavicodin]

House makes eye contact and smiles a little smile. Behrooz is one of the few people who makes him feel better, just by being around. Or at least, he feels not as grumpy, however momentarily.

[ineedavicodin]

"Hi." House nudged a chair near him. "Sit. what's up?" His eyes scan, just because. He worries, more han he'd ever admit.

[ways_lust]

Lust slides over towards his table. "Hello, Greg," she says.

[ineedavicodin]

He looks up, Triumph looks up. "Hello, Lust." He nods politely, and fingers his ring. "Been a while."

[ways_lust]

"It has," she nods. "I hadn't wanted to intrude, in case you were still angry about your leg."

[ineedavicodin]

"Yeah." A nod. "Uh. Sorry about that. It's, I'm fine now." As long as he didn't think abot the door.